Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovenia and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing London Community Gospel Choir to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All The Techniques tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Rod Modell,
Girls At Our Best!,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barry Ungar,
Laurel Aitken,
Dennis Brown,
Eden Ahbez,
Eddi Front,
Ultra Naté,
The Walker Brothers,
Mr. Review,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pagans,
Ohio Players,
The Pretty Things,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Altered Images,
Lucky Dragons,
MC5,
Arcadia,
Barbara Tucker,
Brand Nubian,
Second Layer,
Vainqueur,
Thee Headcoats,
Ronnie Foster,
The Doors,
Kayak,
Shoche,
Funkadelic,
The Martian,
Ten City,
Robert Görl,
Radio Birdman,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nik Kershaw,
FM Einheit,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Gerry Rafferty,
Newcleus,
Lindisfarne,
Fugazi,
Khruangbin,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Moss Icon,
X-Ray Spex,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ituana,
The United States of America,
Deadbeat,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Smog,
Magma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Barrington Levy,
Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz, Heavy D & The Boyz.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.